All eyes turned to him, the admiration and scrutiny in their eyes undisguised.

The prestige and popularity that the Tracker had accumulated over the years were snatched away in a single day by a Fire Master, the disgrace of Songhai.

It felt good to be scrutinized, Zhang Yuanqing subconsciously raised the drink in his hand, only to see it was Coca-Cola, and he was immediately furious.

"Who poured me Coca-Cola? A real man should not indulge in beverages! Get me wine!" Xie Lingxi said, "Yes, yes, it was my negligence. I'll get the Executive Officer some wine right away." She immediately poured a glass of Brave the World beer.

Zhang Yuanqing picked up the glass and gulped it down. The beer was bravely venturing into his stomach.

It was really terrible. He laughed heroically, "Good wine! Fill it up!"

The clerical staff and The Way of the Extraordinary members present nodded in agreement. This was how a Fire Master should be.

The previous Three Purities Taoist Patriarch Executive Officer was too calm, so calm that everyone suspected he wasn't a Fire Master.

Xie Lingxi filled another glass. Zhang Yuanqing picked up the cup, about to unleash his social skills with passion, when he suddenly remembered that he was supposed to be a Fire Master.

Fire Masters didn't talk about flowery nonsense. Fire Masters would only say: "Brothers, you did a great job! Come on, let's drink! This wine is awesome!"

So, he changed his mind and said loudly, "Brothers and sisters, you've worked hard! Let's finish this cup, and then I'll give you a gift."

He gave the three beauties beside him a look.

Queen led Annie and Xie Lingxi out of the cafeteria.

Everyone stood up and watched them leave, their eyes flashing with anticipation. After finishing the first cup, the hungry crowd buried their heads in their food. The Fire Master had the worst table manners, the Scout sat the most rigidly, and the others were somewhere in between.

A moment later, Xie Lingxi, Queen, and Annie returned, each pushing a cart. The carts were stacked with silver suitcases.

Seeing them come in, everyone put down their chopsticks, stopped eating, and turned their heads. Search for "Three Excellent Novels" plus the book title on Bing or QQ Browser to experience early access every day.

The three of them parked the carts by the tables. After obtaining Zhang Yuanqing's permission, they piled the suitcases on the tables.

With a "click," they opened a large suitcase filled with red banknotes.

Pa! Pa!

The sound of chopsticks falling echoed. All the members stared blankly at the money in the suitcase, unable to look away.

Zhang Yuanqing announced loudly, "There are thirty million here! I plan to divide it equally among everyone, about two hundred and sixty thousand per person!" Chopsticks fell one after another, followed by the sound of swallowing saliva.

The gazes fixed on the banknotes suddenly became fervent.

Their average salary was only five or six thousand, plus a year's performance bonus, merit points, and so on. Clerical staff earned half of that.

Two hundred and sixty thousand was five years' worth of wages for them, if they didn't eat or drink.

The Tracker, a Swordsman, turned pale. He could see the expressions of everyone present. The desire and greed in his subordinates' eyes were almost out of control.

The Tracker immediately stood up and said in a deep voice, "The Three Purities Taoist Patriarch Executive Officer is joking with you. This is confiscated money, to be handed over to the Qinghe branch."

The desire and hope in everyone's eyes extinguished. Knowing this was the rule, they forced smiles and said, "I almost believed it, haha."

"Prices in Nanming City aren't high. What would we do with so much money? The Qinghe branch will audit the accounts." "My current salary is enough to support my family."

Zhang Yuanqing expressionlessly scanned the crowd and repeated, "What I said just now is true."

The expressions on everyone's faces changed. They silently looked at him, then at the Tracker, waiting for a definite answer.

The Tracker stared deeply at Zhang Yuanqing. "A word in private."

Zhang Yuanqing got up and followed him to the flower bed outside the restaurant. The autumn night was extremely cool, with a gentle breeze.

The Tracker lit a cigarette, sucking the end until it glowed red, then forcefully exhaling, letting the white smoke drift away with the wind.

"I know you mean well, but it's not necessary." The Tracker shook his head. "It's extremely harmful."

"How so?" Zhang Yuanqing also asked for a Hongmei cigarette, lighting it and taking a few puffs without inhaling. "Do you know that the salaries of the security guards and The Way of the Extraordinary members on the border are not high? The higher-ups will give them hidden benefits and high amounts of compensation, allowing us to enjoy privileges and security, without having to worry. However, they will never give them huge amounts of disposable funds."

The Tracker stared at him. "When a person has money, they lose their spirit to fight and their tenacity. Only those who have nothing will do the hardest and most tiring jobs. That's human nature, and human nature cannot withstand the test of money. Giving them money is not helping them; you are corrupting them."

Zhang Yuanqing smiled. "I understand. You can't test officials with money. No official can withstand such a test."

The Tracker said coldly, "Are you using movie lines to distract me?"

He could tell that the Three Purities Taoist Patriarch hadn't taken those words to heart.

Zhang Yuanqing put away his smile and said seriously, "I'm a subjective idealist. I don't like to listen to great principles, but since we're going to talk about principles, I'll talk to you as well. The ancients said, 'Those who hold firewood for the masses should not be allowed to freeze to death in the wind and snow.' Isn't that also very reasonable?"

The Tracker frowned, still disagreeing but speechless.

"So, there are many principles in the world, and some principles contradict each other. So, there's no need to talk about principles in life; just be subjective." Zhang Yuanqing flicked off the ash. "Corruption is corruption, depravity is depravity. They've already made such great contributions to the border. Why should they have bad luck and have to become martyrs? They can take the money and leave Nanming City to live their own lives. Do we have to watch our brothers die in batches before replacing them with another batch?"

The Tracker was stunned, unable to speak for a moment. After a long while, he said in a deep voice, "You are indeed a subjective person. I know who you are." Zhang Yuanqing grinned. "Remember to keep it a secret!"

He wasn't afraid of the Tracker knowing his identity because he wouldn't betray him. This was partly because of his character, partly because of the camaraderie of wanderers, and also because even if he betrayed him, Zhang Yuanqing wasn't afraid. He had a teleportation jade talisman in his hand, and with a single thought, he could return to the study in the Fu family bay in Songhai, kneel and beg Fu Qingyang for help.

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